A Gothic Fantasy Poem
Gothic doesn’t mean “goth”, but just “dark and weird”… in this case, anyways. This came to me while making breakfast:
I tripped on a velveteen horse,
and accidentally killed the bear.
The doctor wasn’t anywhere close,
so I made him a candygram.
His weasel outside of the door,
is wishing that I had some ham…
A wizard and Panamanian snake
leave me a note on my car.
The note suggested I leave
or else the sky might die.
I ignored his fanciful fears
while drinking some unicorn tears.
But at the end of the day, I still
still live in a bleeding sky.
